#verse: █ ▌❝ blame ❞

[valtsv]

do you ever think of me and my two hands, and wonder why they never soothed your fevers? and wonder why they never tied your shoes? and wonder why they never held you gently?

in other news i'm still in hell with these two

[georgeharrisonsmiling]

While my guitar gently weeps.

[otakukira]

ok wait so Miguel is so worried about Miles stopping his dad‘s death which would cause that world’s canon and reality to unravel and fall apart. But he also said Miles was never supposed to be Spider-Man in that reality. The spider got transported to that world and bit miles, changing the canon. So isn’t the canon already messed up? Shouldn’t it already be unraveling? Why is Miguel so caught up in Miles changing his dad‘s death when that world’s canon is already different? 

or does it just not apply for that? i mean that’s a pretty big change tho.

also, earth 42 with no spiderman. that one isn’t following canon anymore either.

[iwasbored777]

The worst thing Miguel and Jessica did to Gwen wasn't even threatening to send her home if she ever visits Miles, it's forcing her to choose their side during the chase scene and make Miles never want to see her again and once the chase scene ended they kicked her out. That's the kind of evil that the Spot was trying so hard to become.

Edit: just in case you forgot - they knew that prison and dead dad were waiting for her when they send her back home

[moralesfilms]

I feel like everyone just forgets that pavitr saved gayatri, his first love, as miles was saving inspector singh.

[sunnydayaoe]

[melandrops]

But that's what cults do isn't it?

You're at the lowest point in your life. In a family of brothers and a father who never had time for you, who abandoned you with nothing but an empty house. You walk. And walk. With no energy to sing to pass the time you walk.

And then you find a place that has the answers. That promises safety, family and belonging. It all feels so good. Finally, finally a break in your luck. Maybe you can make some good out of the world after all.

And before long you find the home and family you thought you loved more than yourself becoming a noose, tightening around your throat and pulling you onto the throne, where your feet dangle and your neck hurts from looking down at the masses. All you wanted was belonging, and then you wanted more than that. And you had no idea what it would cost you.

And now you sit, nothing more than a mouth for others to speak through. You have nothing. No one. You had a chance with someone, to leave and to find something real. But you were blinded by the promises that a cult always gives you.

You can't be blamed for it, because that's the design of a cult. They're made for people like you. You just got unlucky and prideful. Too blinded by the promise of the world in your palms to understand that holding the world in your palms is nothing when it is given with strings.

It's too late now.

[awakeandlonely]

Follow up to the last post

If Miguel's suit is a hologram then that means his waist to shoulder ratio is NATURAL

HES BUILT LIKE THAT

SIR I NEED YOU TO STOP

[jasminegazer]

Can we take a moment to give Winnie the Pooh props for starting this animation trend that people(including me) are gushing over right now?!

Cause they did their animation based off comic books

And it was REVOLUTIONARY!!

They followed in suit and based theirs off of highschool notebook sketches

And did AMAZING!!!

And people gave recognition for both of these movies. And so far most people love the Tales.

But this movie did not just one beautiful animation style based off kids novels!!!

But also an animation style based off chalkboard drawings!!!

AND NO ONE RECOGNIZED IT AS A PART OF THIS TREND?!

[blorboazula]

something i like about the accepted headcanon (in the corner of the fandom i'm nested on) that azula had a crush on rangi is that of course this nerd has a crush on a firebender from, like 400 years before she was born.

[doctorsiren]

Quick mumbo doodle page as I took a break from drawing to draw 👍👍

[keys-hellscape-1020]

Horror? Horror.

A/N: This post is dedicated to the lovely @juvenile-arm. Their art is amazing and deserves SO much more recognition! Go check them out! Also sorry for the fem reader, pronouns are still gender-neutral but the reader is definitely feminine. Guess I projected a little too hard.

Hobie Brown x fem!reader

Summary: You’ve always enjoyed horror movies. The thrill of them, the fear creeping up your spine. That wasn’t your favorite part however. No, your favorite part is when you get to pretend to be scared and hide in your boyfriend’s arms.

Contents: No use of Y/N, gender-neutral pronouns but everything else about the reader is feminine, flirty Hobie, flirty reader (they’re a menace), hickies, cuddling, implied smut at the end, fade-to-black

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You fluttered around your house, anxiously preparing for Hobie’s arrival. You made sure there were blankets on the couch, popcorn already in a bowl, and a stack of dvds next to the Tv. You have Netflix, but knowing Hobie you though he would appreciate the more old-school approach.

You run your hands along the fabric of the Sundress you’re wearing. A little dressy for a night-in sure, but you found yourself wanting to dress up for Hobie, although you knew he would find you attractive no matter what you wore.

You light-up when you hear a knock on your door. Rushing over to it you wait a moment longer, straightening your clothes one last time in an effort to not come off as too eager.

As you open the door you see Hobie standing there, casually as ever. If you didn’t know him well you might not be able to tell, but you notice the small hints of makeup on his face, the clothes that he only wears on nights out. He definitely dressed up for you, even if he doesn’t want you to know it.

“Just gonna stare at me all day or can I come in?” Hobie purrs with a smirk, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your cheek.

You feel your face grow hot, but you move to let Hobie into your apartment. He only spares a glance to your living room before he’s turning around to watch you close the door. As you lock it you feel a strong, warm presence upon your back. Close to you, but not touching you. Just hovering, appreciating.

“You look ravishing luv.” Hobie mumbled, his breath brushing your ear in a way that sent a shiver up your spine. By the time you’ve grounded yourself enough to turn around Hobie is walking towards your living room and flipping through the stack of dvds you’d laid out.

You fiddle your hands, trying to calm yourself down. “It was just a compliment.” You mutter to yourself, trying to get your heart back down to a normal rhythm.

You’re broken out of your thoughts by Hobie tossing you a dvd case that you fail to catch, causing it to instead hit you in the head, before it manages to fall into your outstretched hands.

Rubbing your head where the case made contact you look down at the movie with a grimace. Your mom’s old copy of “The Shining” that she had given you, you don’t even know how many years ago, stares back at you.

“Horror?” You ask hesitantly, moving to hand the case back to him.

“Horror.” Hobie says with finality, taking the case from you and moving to pop the disk into the player.

As he straightens up from his task he turns to look at you where you stand to the side hesitantly, twiddling your fingers.

He approaches and throws an arm over your shoulder, pulling you close to him and he leads you to the couch.

“Don’t worry luv, I’ll keep you safe.” He teases as he gently pushes you down on the couch before going to turn off the lights.

You shiver, arranging yourself under the blankets as Hobie makes his way over to you, snuggling under the covers before dragging you closer to himself with an arm around your shoulders and your hips pressed together firmly.

The movie goes smoothly, you’ve seen it a million times, but that doesn’t stop you from cuddling up closer to Hobie. As the movie nears a tense moment you tuck your face in Hobie’s neck, watching the screen out of the corner of your eye.

Hobie doesn’t acknowledge your actions, simply keeping his face on the screen as you press your body closer to him. You wrap an arm around his waist, and tickle his neck with your breath, trying your best to get him to acknowledge you.

You hum lowly as you press your lips to Hobie’s neck, again, and again, and again. It takes you actually nipping his neck for him to lazily acknowledge you.

“Someone’s needy.” He say’s lowly. He keeps his eye’s on the screen but he brings one hand up and plays with the baby hairs at the base of your neck, subtly urging you to continue your ministrations.

And continue you do, getting more eager with his go-ahead. You fully commit to your actions, not even pretending to watch the movie anymore. You kiss your way up his neck, close to his ear. You nip at the area right below his jaw before sucking a dark hickey into the skin there. Pulling back you admire your handy-work. Only one truly dark hickey is present on his neck but if this night goes as you’re hoping it will that’ll soon change.

You lean back in, biting Hobie’s earlobe and pulling gently, dragging a guttural groan from his chest as his grip on the back of your neck tightens momentarily before relaxing once more.

You bite and suckle at Hobie’s neck and jaw at will, knowing he doesn’t care who sees and instead enjoys it. Enjoys letting everyone know who he belongs to.

You’re not sure how long it took for Hobie to finally break, far to entranced in your very important work to pay attention to things like time. You do know that you feel a very pleased flutter in your chest (and lower) when he finally grips your thighs and pulls you to straddle his lap, chests pressed right up against one another.

He pulls you away from his neck by the scruff of your neck, much like one would a kitten.

“You’re oddly needy Luv.” He purrs out lowly, irises darker than normal as he gazes at you longingly.

“Only for you.” You quip back, running your hands across his collar bones to his shoulders, shamelessly feeling up his lean frame.

Hone chuckles as he picks you up by your thighs, prompting you to tighten your hold on his frame with a squeak.

Hobie smirks as he walks the both of you to your bedroom, a dark look in his eyes.

“Don’t worry Luv. I’ve got ya.”

[the-smallest-star]

//Babies~

@cannibalxroses

[bwobgames]

Game development is going great

[iwasbored777]

Y'all since we already know that Gwen can and probably does look at Peter B being happy now and think how her Peter never got a chance for a better life cuz he died so young because she accidentally killed him now imagine she goes to Earth-42 and finds Miles-42 fatherless and she knows that she almost let that happen to this Miles. I get that we assume Miles will understand that she had her own problems and was forced to be in Spider Society and he would eventually forgive her but I'm saying that I don't think she will forgive herself, ever.

[moralesmilesanhour]

"Our dad is gonna die."

"Your dad."